Watch this socialist bully admit what his ambitions are for social control

Tobacco is not the most lethal product ever invented, as this man claims.

Socialism is.

And this man is most decidedly using socialism to fight the choice to smoke. I could say that its a slippery slope to central control of all products from here but I don’t have to. This fascist has already explained that he wants to control things in order to force people to food choices he likes as opposed to food choices he does not.


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Canadian artist and counter-jihad and freedom of speech activist as well as devout Schrödinger's catholic

7 Replies to “Watch this socialist bully admit what his ambitions are for social control”

  1. Daddy: ‘The Law says it is illegal to sell to minors, period.’

    Mommy: “It ($8 Minimum Expense) deters children from starting smoking”

    Daddy: “Then raise the price of fries to $8. And a can of soda. And a Twinkie. And all pornography to $8 per view. A beer $8. Legalized marijuana $8…”

    Mommy: ‘We’ve got to protect the children!’

    Daddy: ‘O.K. Yet, while illegal drugs are scarce and expensive, it has created a thriving black market for supporting gang cultures where teanagers are shot’

    Socialist: ‘May I interject; Black Lives Don’t Matter – because dead kids do not drain the Welfare System. Whereas, statistically, smokers do. That is the reason behind this: Money.’

    Tobacconist: ‘Actually, countries where there no Welfare System with rapid birth rates, having people dying in their fifties – smoking is a great ecconomic asset.’

    [“British American Tobacco is the largest tobacco manufacturer in South Africa and the second-largest listed company on the JSE, employing over 2 100 people. Our value chain sustains over 72 000 jobs, including 25 000 in spazas, house-shops, taverns and other retail outlets which sell our products, some 5 800 tobacco farming jobs, as well as tens of thousands of jobs in sectors ranging from transportation to business services. Most of these jobs are within small, independent black-owned businesses.

    Our economy-wide contribution to South Africa’s GDP amounted to R18.4 billion in 2015, or 0.52% of the country’s GDP. We raised R14.5 billion in tax revenues – or 1.52% of government’s total income – enough to pay for 93 700 low-cost homes. Since 2013, National Treasury has collected more than R43 billion from the production and sale of cigarettes we produce”]

    Daddy: ‘But if we all have private Health Insurance…”

    Socialist: ‘then we would have no central money pot to skim off from.. . and no need to spend money on consultants like me to make statistical charts for savings…’

    Tobacconist: “And people who pay for their own Health Insurance will look after their own health and also don’t smoke…”

    Mommy: “$8 will still protect the children by making tobacco out of reach – it’s our new law!”

    Daddy: ‘Laws will always be disobeyed, you just don’t want to incentivize peope to do so…”

    Mommy: “So how do we get our children to stop smoking?”

    Daddy: “Give them a father for Christmas.”


  2. In the USA, I am seeing anti-tobacco ads that the tobacco companies are paying for because some judge ordered it.

    If it were up to me, I would definitely allow tobacco advertising back on the air. “Free to Choose” is something an adult does. The ability to choose risk is the essence of liberty.

    I would keep the tobacco warnings on the packaging though so that no smoker could claim in court that they were unaware when going for the “Ghetto Lottery” payouts.

      • Wonderful comedy scene, riddiculing a self-important rogue of Jack Cade, the tanner of Wingham, who would be king…

        SCENE II. Blackheath.

        Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;
        they have been up these two days.
        They have the more need to sleep now, then.
        I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress
        the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
        So he had need, for ’tis threadbare. Well, I say it
        was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
        O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
        The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
        Nay, more, the king’s council are no good workmen.
        True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;
        which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be
        labouring men; and therefore should we be
        Thou hast hit it; for there’s no better sign of a
        brave mind than a hard hand.
        I see them! I see them! there’s Best’s son, the
        tanner of Wingham,–
        He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
        dog’s-leather of.
        And Dick the Butcher,–
        Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity’s
        throat cut like a calf.
        And Smith the weaver,–
        Argo, their thread of life is spun.
        Come, come, let’s fall in with them.
        Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers

        We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,–
        [Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
        For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with
        the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
        –Command silence.
        My father was a Mortimer,–
        [Aside] He was an honest man, and a good
        My mother a Plantagenet,–
        [Aside] I knew her well; she was a midwife.
        My wife descended of the Lacies,–
        [Aside] She was, indeed, a pedler’s daughter, and
        sold many laces.
        [Aside] But now of late, notable to travel with her
        furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
        Therefore am I of an honourable house.
        [Aside] Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;
        and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his
        father had never a house but the cage.
        Valiant I am.
        [Aside] A’ must needs; for beggary is valiant.
        I am able to endure much.
        [Aside] No question of that; for I have seen him
        whipped three market-days together.
        I fear neither sword nor fire.
        [Aside] He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
        [Aside] But methinks he should stand in fear of
        fire, being burnt i’ the hand for stealing of sheep.
        Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows
        reformation. There shall be in England seven
        halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped
        pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony
        to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in
        common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
        grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,–
        God save your majesty!
        I thank you, good people: there shall be no money;
        all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will
        apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree
        like brothers and worship me their lord.

        The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.

        Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable
        thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should
        be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
        o’er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings:
        but I say, ’tis the bee’s wax; for I did but seal
        once to a thing, and I was never mine own man
        since. …”

        The power of contracts over those who by circumstance have to sign them. Speaking the voice for the little man.

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